THE WANDERER'S REST by C. H. Rogers

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Apr 13, 1869

THE WANDERER'S REST.

By C. H. Rogers

Oh! WHERE shall I find in this sad world of ours, A heart free from guile and deceit? Oh! when shall we see those elysian bowers, Where the worn heart true solace may meet?

Oh! where may the yearning heart sink in repose, Oh! where may the weary find peace? Oh! where may the storm-tossed, secure from all foes, Find the haven of perfect release?

Oh! where, tell me where, oh! I earnestly plead, May I find that sweet solace of love? Must my heart disappointed continue to bleed? Must I, burdened and weary, still rove?

Oh! long I have wandered, and long I have spent, For one I could trust in the way; Who would not entice me with selfish intent, And all my fond trust thus betray.

Cease, cease weary soul, thy vain wanderings cease: Come bathe in the fountain of love; Come hear the sweet voice which says to thee, Live, And points to salvation above.

Oh! come to the Lamb, who has bled for thy guilt, And rest in his tender embrace; And know the sweet bliss you never have felt, And bask in the smiles of his face.

Though friends all forsake thee, and foes all unite To fill with misgivings thy breast, Thou art free from all fear, in that perfect delight, Thou hast found thy long-coveted rest.

Yes, Jesus, thy friend, who has suffered and bled, Thy hope sure forever will make; And since thou to him in sorrow hast fled, He will never, no never forsake.

C. H. ROGERS. Monroe, Wis.